*There is the very distinct, slightly goose-like sound of honking. And the less goose-like sound of angry chittering in response.*

Reno: Awww, you little stupid, you can't go terrorizin' the squirrels, yo.

*Honk!*

Jenny: Keep it away from me. Also, it's too stupid to live.

Reno: ... I'd tell you to take that back, but the weird ninja-weasel-goose is pretty stupid, ain't he?

*Honk!*

Jenny: Make it stop antagonizing the squirrels; they'll take away our booze.

Reno: You have an oddly compelling point. C'mere, stupid. Naptime or somethin'.

Jenny: Maybe if you give it rum it'll fall asleep. Or. Die or something.

Reno: But I don't want it to die. No rum for you, Weasel-thing.

*Honk!*

Reno: ... No, no eatin' the notes, either. Maybe we better read 'em before the weird squirmy thing ruins 'em, yo.

Jenny: Yeah, probably a good idea, that.

School, Weasel-Free Since Hades Left

Jenny: There are school notes. Why are there school notes? It's the week off. Silly people. Anyway. At Tyler's office hours, Meg applied to be his TA, and Ghanima worked on lesson plans during hers, while Lulu and Juli wondered how the bloody [[DEAD AIR]] they wound up signed on to teach Underwater Basketweaving. Mike played around with his e-mail, which is apparently not a slang. And Anemone opened the library, and no one came, because it is the week off, who the [[DEAD AIR]] is going to go to the library? Honestly. And that's it, and really too much, because week off, people.

Reno: You'd think they'd figure that out and just not go to the freaking school. But then they'd be doin' stuff elsewhere, yo.

Like In The Dorms

Reno: ... Like in the dorms. Where Ned and Digby made the executive decision to not go out playin' in the snow. A good choice, when you're on an island sittin' next to a place that's got penguins, I think. Toby put on shirts. And that is news, yo. But think of it this way, lil'bro, at least you're keepin' warm, right? I know. Don't hardly make up for not bein' able to show skin. Lion-o didn't understand the point of a down jacket, and Toby refused to go somewhere warmer even though it's freakin' winter all over again out there. Blair caught up with news from home and sent text messages, and Jaina got some news, too. But it wasn't happy. Sorry to hear 'bout your loss, Jaina. At least you had John there to talk to about it, yo.

*Honk! Honk!*

Reno: The ninja-weasel-goose sends his condolences too.

Jenny: I think it's a ferret. And remind me why we don't want it to die?

Reno: Because it is my ferret and I'll break your knuckles if you touch him wrong, yo.

Jenny: Fine, I'll show it mercy, since you're going to starve it out within the week anyway. Karal went up to the roof at Early O'Clock this morning to do his religious rite thing, which concerned his magic cat-thing. Dean came to join in, because Dean is also a crazy person who doesn't sleep when he should. In the fifth floor common room this morning, Ino had pie. Mmm, pie. Liir tried and failed to sneak past her to the roof. In the second floor common room, Dick--hee, Dick--defies our current location by having a beach party. Indoors. I think it would be more defiant to have a beach party at the beach, myself, but I am not volunteering to host it. Hoshi came by and was greeted by Hinata, who boggled at the patio umbrella indoors. Probably because it is bad luck to open an umbrella indoors; who taught you people your basic superstitions? Honestly. Also, in it's-not-news-anymore news, Reno and Rikku left the island and returned with the furry pain in the arse sniffing around the recording studio. The one that isn't a squirrel.

*Honk! Honk honk honk!*

Reno: I think he likes you, Jenny.

Town, Where the Ferret Currently Is

Reno: Jack was an idiot and opened up the Photo Hut in a tank top today. Brilliant move, Jack. Tell me how the hypothermia is this time of year? Arashi went home, which led to a rousing game of "Ignore Each Other" with Deadpool, yo. ... Happy Canada Day, Deadpool?

*Honk!*

Reno: The ninja-weasel wants you to not kill me for talkin' about stuff from your home life, yo. Murdock wasn't in a great mood either, actually. He got back to the island all mopey. There were Seals at Selkie Cove, which Savannah, Naomi, Jen, Hinata, and Isabel all stopped by to watch, yo. This led to Savannah and Isabel talkin, and then Dean and Grace talkin' to Isabel, too. Popular girl. The seals stuck around on into the afternoon and the evening, even. Guess they like it here, yo. Continuing on talkin' about animals, there was a cat watchin' the counter at the T&C. See, animals have their uses, Jenny.

Jenny: That cat was probably a person last Tuesday. At Pixie Dust--oh, bloody hell, I was drunk for that again. ANYWAY. At Pixie Dust Romeo had a sale on skiwear. Lana had hot cocoa at Book Haven, and Jeff had television problems at the Arms. I'd rather have the cocoa, personally. Oh, and Mike snuck in for nefarious purposes. Sean rearranged things at his store, and at the Boards, Geoffrey had makeup for everyone. Michael wasn't enthusiastic about the makeup, which just goes to show he shouldn't have signed up for a theatrical production. Luckily, Amber had no problems, though Geoffrey had to explain the use of stage makeup to Gladys, who is, I don't know, made out of rocks or something, and I wish Geoffrey all the luck in the world in getting her to look less like she's made out of rocks or something for his production, but I think it's going to take more than Maybelline.

*Honk! Honk honk honk honkhonk!*

Reno: Grrr, grr, you totally got it! Kill the hand. Kill i- *thud* ... Kill the squirrel that just hit me in the head with that acorn, and you'll get extra liver... things later, weasel. *thunk!* Okay. Okay. Geoffrey coached Naomi and Cal on the make-up thing, which makes me wonder if Geoffrey's a drag queen and that just ain't been mentioned in the notes yet, and then he gave Amber lessons on projecting while she's onstage. And then he tried to talk Gladys into doing other things, like lighting, instead. I'm sensin' some anti-golem prejudice, here. Fight it, Gladys! You're bigger'n him! Geoffrey had no idea what to do about the cat that showed up, either. You roughhouse with it, man. S'what pets are for. Alice was amazed by the view over at Groovy Tunes. The view of what? It's a bunch'a ice, yo. Temari was nodded at by Worf at the Wellspring Arms, and then Worf headed in to do his weird... meditation thingie. Jamie- who I swear I'm gonna sic my attack weasel on- tried to start a snowball fight. Temari wasn't amused. Donut was tryin' to get the zombies to dance like penguins at my favorite bar-- Penguins dance? Really? Okay, now I really gotta send one to Rude, yo. He'd love that shit. Wyatt got a present from Isabel during his last shift at the clinic, and Xander got a phone call. No word on what it was about, so I'm gonna say it was about weasels.

*Honk~!*

Jenny: I sincerely doubt it was about weasels.

Reno: But it could be? I mean, there's a fraction of a chance that it might'a been weasels, yo.

*sigh*

Jenny: Fine. It was about weasels if it makes you and your thing happy.

Reno: Kickass. Xander got a phone call about weasels, then, yo. We done?

Jenny: We're done. I love week off radio.

Reno: So much easier when there ain't any school. Even if people showed up there anyhow, yo.

Jenny: That's because they are losers, unlike me. I would have included you, but then you showed up with a weasel.

Reno: Vicious attack weasel.

*Honk!*

Jenny: You just keep telling yourself that.

Reno: I will. But it's gettin' late, and my not-weasel and I should be headin' back before he eats a squirrel, yo. Say good-night, Jenny!

Jenny: Good night, Fandom, and remember, only you can prevent weasel-ownership.

*Honk!*